Something To Sing About - Thea Gilmore

Baby you’re a quick study

I think you know that game

Once the path’s been cut honey

It won’t grow back the same

Talk to me of California

Talk to me of Wigan Pier

Old Man Crow is here to warn ya

We don’t like your type round here

Lift your eyes up to the heavens

It is the last deceit

Oh my friends my gutter brethren

Won’t suffer the same defeat

Children of the alleys gather

Children of the skies will roll

We’ll rain our aces

You will fold fold fold

Don’t tell me I’ve been wasting time

Got a few minutes left before blackout

We may be dancing on the line

But there are still some things to sing about

You could see the tide had come in

Could hear the devil choir

Couldn’t bring yourself to help

So you just took command to fire

But baby I can start a riot

I’m gonna call you out

You’ll wish we stayed singing

When we lift our voice to shout

You thought it was dead and buried

A long long time ago

Don’t read about it in the red tops

Hear it on the radio

Take this lesson little soldier

Sit still and learn it well

That ghost’ll raise some eyebrows

That ghost’ll raise some hell

Don’t tell me I’ve been wasting time

Got a few minutes left before blackout

We may be dancing on the line

But there are still some things to sing about